Pitro has been very comfortable recently. Due to the leakage of extraordinary abilities, the brother and brother had to escape from Europe. Although he was imprisoned by an organization as soon as he arrived in this continent, he was soon rescued by kind-hearted people. They followed Eric to the group of their compatriots and no longer had to be hostile to ordinary people. Now they still have money to spend. He was so happy that he couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north, and forgot all the hard days of the past.

The only thing he is worried about now is whether this kind of life can last forever. After all, the situation in the United States has only improved recently. This change was planned and promoted by Mr. Eric, who was kind to him. He really wanted to contribute to his compatriots like that gentleman.

Now that he was finally summoned, Pitro responded almost without thinking. No matter what his job was, he wanted to show Eric that it was not only John's little heads worthy of his trust.

As if a whirlwind was blowing on the ground, Pitro rushes to the top floor as fast as possible, and takes out a comb and mirror from his arms and skillfully organizes the instrument. When he steps through the floor and parks outside the lobby of the top floor, Mary Jane's phone has not yet been put down.

"Hi." The young silver-haired man greeted the secretary lady who was so shocked that he couldn't stop talking. He calmed down his nervousness, then pushed open the door and showed his brightest smile to the man inside.

"Hello, brothers Pitro." With his back to the warm sunshine, Eric smiled and asked him to sit down, and then the door automatically closed to isolate the sound inside.

Outside the hall, Mary Jane shook her head and put down the microphone.

At this moment, outside the Osborne Industrial Park, some people are patiently waiting to negotiate with the investors. It is a bit reluctant to say that the investors are because they do not belong here. If they dare to rush into the factory like in other companies and force workers away, they will most likely be prosecuted by the other party for "infringement of private territory." You should know that Osborne's anti-union work has always been very effective. Since the boss is generous, the workers seem to have no reason to pay 6 yuan a free salary every month for membership dues, just to wait for an opportunity that is not needed for decades.

It is not 1886 now, and there is no need to use a bloody strike to fight for rights and interests. No one is willing to build forts like the workers and investors of the Carnegie Steel Factory, and they can finally sit down and negotiate calmly. It is a blessing for the union to be too strong. Many of the domestic enterprises have been forced to the other side of the Pacific, Japan, Vietnam, India, China... cheap goods from these countries have destroyed their light industry like a tide that never ends. In this case, the problem of chickens and eggs has suddenly become less important. In the appeal, the support can be received is getting less and less. Without additional stimulation, no one is willing to come to a place like Osborne to make trouble.

You should know that although this company has just changed all the senior management, the past policies have not changed. It has not received enough workers' support in the factory. The new boss is a powerful mutant. Although he is now wearing the halo of heroes, God knows whether they will suddenly turn against each other and beat the union members who come to provoke him to pieces.

It is not easy for any organization to hold a high position, so when the people below were encouraged by the outside world and had to come here to finish the business, the senior union leaders specially sent an old figure, believing that his stability could suppress the young people who were prone to red eyes, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

However, the restless young man didn't see this. He was looking at the back of his senior's head with extremely contemptuous eyes, as if he was silently scolding him for his daring to let down the trust of his members. However, the current generation's head turned around with a difficult time, and his face immediately changed to another expression, with an indelible manic impulse in his infinite respect and obedience.

This is a typical black personality. In fact, these are two black men. The one in front of him is a lawyer in his sixties. His skin is dark and dark, less than six feet tall, but he weighs more than two hundred and fifty pounds. The long years give him wisdom to understand the world. There is no need to stare at the people behind him to observe. He also guessed what the guy was thinking. As a veteran, he deeply knew what the young man’s reserved and honest face would be after, but he is now old and doesn’t have to worry about many things, so he just squinted his eyes peacefully and napped in the car as he listened to the melodious country music.

After a while, the gates of Osborne were still not open. The young black man couldn't help it. He glanced at another car parked in the distance, and the person inside made a silent gesture of urging, so he threw down half of the cigarette and got into the union's car.

"Mr. Modoli?" The young black man called the fat senior. He seemed to have fallen asleep in the beautiful melody. "!" He louder his voice and shouted several times with some impatient voice. Then Mr. Modoli opened his eyes drunk.

"Ah, I just recalled the wonderful night I spent with a Mexican hot girl when Nixon stepped down, and you woke me up." After waking up from a beautiful dream, Moliduo let out a long breath, twisted his butt, stretched his waist before asking.

"Is something wrong?"

What happened? I woke you up after nothing happened.

The young black man pointed to the factory gate with a expressionless face. Moliduo looked at it but continued to close his eyes without looking at it.

"We can't wait any longer. We need an explanation from Osborne." The young black man reached out and shook him rudely, trying to wake him up. Mr. Molido was once one of the most famous lawyers in the local area. He responded to the overthrow of dozens of sensational accusations on behalf of the black defendant, but that was in the past. Now he is old and defeated, and is worthless, but he still occupies an important position in the union. This is really unfair. The people in the car over there were right: the fastest way for newcomers to stand out is to pick up the guy and chop the old people down, and break out their own way from a piece of flesh and blood. Now, Osborne's anti-union bridgehead is the best opportunity to cheer up.

The young man was excited, but he was not a fool. No matter how the person in the other car urged him, he always pushed the old man to the front desk to take responsibility. So when he found that the old man's kung fu was beyond his imagination, he simply sat down and stared blankly, waiting until a convoy drove into the Osborne park from outside, and someone came out of the door and knocked on the window to recover his fighting spirit.

In the conference room, Eric sat opposite the union representative.

"!" Modoli is no longer sleepy and old. The sleepiness just now is just a disguise. When Osborne's invitation comes, his energy returns to his body, and commands the young black man to drive into the factory with a surprising calmness, and then accepts the guidance calmly and walks to Eric. His attitude is very decent and his smile makes people feel good enough.

After discovering this, the young black man suddenly felt a little guilty. He thought of the identity of his opponent, so his feverish head began to cool down, and he took a step back and stood behind Modoli.

"Before I came here, I heard that the major shareholder of Osborne changed hands. Now I feel relieved when I see you." After the chirping, Moduoli returned to his slow look.

"What do you say?" Eric took the drink and asked casually. "Did the government introduce a bill to subsidize the harm caused by mutants in the past when I didn't know?"

"That's not, it's just that dealing with a prestigious person is always more at ease than those we know nothing about." Holding Eric, Modori moved his body and leaned closer. "I think you can understand that we cannot fail to perform our duties based on the interests of all workers."

"What's the conclusion?" Eric nodded and accepted his explanation.

"After our investigation, Osborne has done an outstanding job in all aspects, which is simply great." Modoli has an investigation report in his hand. The situation above is basically the case. It is not a flattery, but Eric is not satisfied, he wants more.

"I think enthusiastic people must be very concerned about social welfare. I want to thank this person very much. No, I must thank him. The reputation of a company is almost equivalent to the reputation of a person. Since someone helps us go further, I ask for the greatest gratitude to him."

Modoli avoided his request, and the rumor would be despised by everyone, not to mention that there was a disobedient young man behind him.

"Sir, we are just a group of people who work hard." He lowered his posture with great force. "The outside world may have many misunderstandings about us, but not all of them are what others say. We have a lot of expenses and the union operation is not expensive, but we have to bear the wages and other expenses during the strike of members, so you can see that we are doing less and less excessive actions. We just want to get what we deserve, and we don't intend to involve competition in big companies."

Although he has not pointed out clearly, he has already hinted where the pusher behind the scenes came from. Seeing the other black man behind him suddenly turn magically white, Eric smiled slightly.

"Don't ignore your own strength, I think you can play a bigger role." Eric said half-persuasion and half-mockery. "In fact, you can put pressure on the government and public opinion. We are responsible big companies and do not want to leave a bad impression on the public."

After hearing his words, the young black man was a little moved and struggled after collecting other people's money. He purred a few times in his throat and was about to interrupt when he suddenly saw Eric's cold eyes without a smile. An invisible terror strangled his neck. He lowered his head and never dared to say more.

"No, we won't do that." Modoli didn't see the movement behind him, but he had his own reasons. "How could we reach an understanding if you don't need votes? You are capable people. Since we don't want to offend the local tycoon Mr. Jin Bing, we don't want to offend you by the same tone."

"So, don't you plan to try again?" Eric asked with a smile.

"Osborne has no membership." Modoli declined with a smile.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Eric appreciated his cheerfulness and tactfulness, so he wrote two checks, one to the union as funds, and the other in his palm, and sent it to where it should go.

"Petro, send this gentleman on my behalf and listen to his story."
Chapter completed!